[Love and Desire Across Ages] (Part 5)

(V)
February's spring breeze is like scissors.
It's Friday afternoon, and office workers are eagerly awaiting the end of the workday.
At this very moment, on the top floor of a seven-story hotel in the north of the city, in a small room at the end of the corridor,
a well-dressed young man, not yet thirty, asks, "Teacher Ma, are you alright?" He is
rather short, probably only about 1.65 meters tall.
"Okay!"
"Teacher Ma, if that's good, why don't you bring Teacher Zhao along next time?"
"Oh... Xiao Song..." The bald, middle-aged man called Teacher Ma glanced at the short man
, paused, and said, "Teacher Zhao is getting old, and his legs aren't very convenient. Being a university professor is very
hard work, so you young people should be more understanding!"
"I understand, I understand! Teacher Ma, isn't it because Xiao Yang said he wants to bring another friend next time? I think
Teacher Zhao will definitely be interested..."
"Oh?" The bald man suddenly hesitated. He knelt on the large double bed in the hotel,
looking down at the young woman lying on the bed with his ugly penis in her mouth, her large beer belly obscuring her. The woman
had a slender and graceful figure, her charming eyes looking at him resentfully, her delicate cherry lips constantly welcoming his
thrusts.
"Is that so, Xiao Yang?" The bald man deliberately thrust forward forcefully, his dark penis plunging straight into the young woman
's throat.
Caught off guard by the sudden movement, the woman quickly suppressed her nausea and nodded repeatedly, her mouth still
filled with the man's penis, only managing soft "uh-uh" sounds.
The bald man suddenly became tender towards her, his stubby fingers tracing the beautiful woman's long, coiled hair as he
affectionately stroked her head. "What a rare gem!" he said, then with a laborious thrust of his obese
waist, "pop!" his penis was pulled out of the woman's mouth.
"How old are you, girl?"
"Twenty-three, I'll be twenty-four in April."
"No wonder, you're much more attentive than those eighteen or nineteen-year-old students."
"Teacher Ma, this girl is a real runway model."
"Oh, I knew it! Tall, fair-skinned, beautiful, and most importantly, with great poise! Not bad!"
"Especially those long legs, enough to keep me entertained for a while!" The bald man called Teacher Ma skillfully
spread the woman's long legs apart. "Girl, let Uncle Ma give you a good rub."
Accompanied by the bald man's ugly lewd laughter, his swollen glans rubbed and teased her tender vulva.
"Hmm, already wet? You're really good material for a whore!" "
Hmm... ah..." The woman's seductive voice involuntarily escaped from the depths of her throat, where the man's penis had just ravaged her
, and her slender, fair body began to cooperate with the man's thrusting.
Winter had not yet passed, spring had not yet arrived, the ice and snow were just beginning to melt; people had not yet moved, but hearts had already traveled far, young and old alike were filled with joy.
After finishing her work, Jia Li sat alone in her office chair, lost in thought. It had
been almost half a month since the Lunar New Year, and she and her father-in-law hadn't had proper sex. She'd only given him
a quick oral sex service before leaving home on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and her own desires hadn't been satisfied. This weekend, she was determined to have a proper intimacy
with her father-in-law.
Since her husband, Jianpeng, had practically run away from home, their desire for intimacy no longer seemed secretive. "
Since you, Zhou Jianpeng, have a lover outside, I have nothing to be ashamed of.
" "Xiao Li, come here, I need to tell you something."
"What is it, Sister Wu?"
Sister Wu called Jia Li to the stairwell opposite the restroom, through the fire escape. Sister Wu carefully closed the door and
said earnestly, "Xiao Li, have you been having problems with your husband lately?"
"No," Jia Li replied, surprised, but quickly composed herself.
"Don't blame me for being nosy, I'm just looking out for you. This morning on my way to work, I passed by the central square and saw your
husband with another woman." Sister Wu's voice was soft, but every word was precious.
Jia Li had long been prepared for her husband's infidelity, but when the day actually came, she felt completely
helpless.
"Your husband was looking at jewelry with a beautiful woman in a China Gold store."
Jia Li's heart clenched. She believed Sister Wu's words wholeheartedly. Her husband's infidelity wasn't without
evidence. She had always thought it was only because they couldn't have children that her husband, Zhou Jianpeng, was physically unfaithful.
But the fact that he was taking another woman to a gold jewelry store was irrefutable
proof of his emotional infidelity.
It seemed this marriage was truly beyond repair.
Seeing Jia Li's bewildered and helpless eyes, Sister Wu quickly comforted her, "Xiao Li, don't be sad! Maybe I
'm mistaken, I'm getting old..."
"No, Sister, you're not mistaken, he really does have another woman outside."
Jia Li's eyes welled up with tears, her beautiful eyes red and particularly endearing. No
woman can resist heartbreak and tears when her family is on the verge of collapse; women are, after all, made of water, fragile and easily touched
, they will burst into tears.
Suddenly, Jia Li saw her father-in-law's kind face, his words, "Even if the sky falls, Dad will hold it up for you," seemed to still
echo in her ears.
Divorce, I want a divorce.
Jia Li had always been a strong woman, but this crying startled Sister Wu, who quickly pulled out a
pack of tissues from her pocket to wipe Jia Li's tears.
"Sister Wu."
"Hmm?"
"Did you see what that woman looked like?"
"Oh, no, I only saw your man turn around to make a phone call. That woman kept her back to you.
By the way, that woman is very tall and has a good figure. I initially thought it was you, but when I came to work, I realized
her clothes were different from yours."
"Thank you, Sister Wu." Jia Li tried hard to calm herself down, even though her red eyes would surely
betray her.
Jia Li stayed in the hallway for a long time, staring blankly out the window. Her mind was in turmoil; Sister Wu's words...
She couldn't hear anything else; her mind was filled with only one thought: divorce was inevitable. She just wanted to see
who the other woman was who had destroyed her marriage, to meet her, and to ask her why she had taken away Zhou Jianpeng, whom she had once deeply loved,
and how she had done so.
Sister Wu, a seasoned gossipmonger with extensive experience, casually made up some juicy gossip back in the office.
No one noticed Jia Li's already dried tear tracks.
Even Ding Ting hadn't noticed that Jia Li had cried; she chatted with Jia Li about it on the way home from work.
"Tingting, I always felt like Yang Mengjue had a lot more to say than what she did last time she invited us to dinner."
"Oh, you mean her? Don't worry, she just knows a few photographers who can make some money by taking pictures,
and she wants to get us involved."
"Take pictures? They won't be naked, will they? I've heard this industry is quite chaotic."
"Hey, it's okay, don't worry. So what if we take our clothes off? We've done it before...
"
"Okay, okay, stop it. Don't bring up the past. We were too young then..."
"In the modeling industry, those like you are truly virtuous and chaste, extremely rare. Don't worry, they
can't take advantage of me. Besides, we're too old to compare with girls under twenty. These days,
young girls will do anything for money. Modeling is a youth-oriented industry, that's true, but even if you switch careers,
how much do we make a month now?"
"I have enough to live on."
"That's because you don't have children. It's different if you have children."
"You didn't have one either, did you? What's up? Got the father of the child?"
"No way! If you don't want to go, you don't have to. I already told her I probably wouldn't go. I'll go
check on her for you this weekend. If nothing comes up, I'll call you next time."
"Okay!"
Meanwhile, in room 701 of the Shibei Hotel, bald Teacher Ma was hurriedly straightening his clothes
.
"Little Song, I'm sorry, your teacher's wife called, I have to go back." He reached out and loosened
his tie, then walked to the bedside, reluctantly touching the young woman's long, white legs.
"Little Song, who's next? Such a good woman, it's a waste not to take advantage of her. Come on, come on." The bald
man beckoned to another student-looking boy with a buzz cut in the room.
The boy looked to be in his early twenties, even a little immature.
"Teacher Ma, you've worked hard today. Let's all save some energy, everyone. Yang is bringing a
friend the day after tomorrow. Let the model rest too, right?"
The beautiful model on the bed was Yang Mengjue. She sighed with relief, making a very quiet sound so
no one noticed.
"Yes, yes, sustainable development! I'll be going now. Take another look at the photos. We're all photography
enthusiasts, so if there are any poses we didn't capture today, we can do it next time."
"Teacher Ma, have a good day."
The door slammed shut, and the old beast was finally gone.
Xiao Song was clearly the main organizer of this private photoshoot. The event gathered about seven or eight
so-called photography enthusiasts, each paying five thousand yuan and signing a confidentiality agreement. This bald Teacher Ma was
the secretary of the Youth League Committee at the university, while Teacher Zhao was a university professor specializing in photography, a renowned figure in the photography world.
The sky had completely darkened, and several photographers who had participated in the private shoot began packing up their equipment. Some started looking at
their "works" on their DSLR cameras, feeling quite disappointed that they hadn't been able to get close to such a beautiful woman
. Of course, their contracts stipulated that they could only take pictures and couldn't do anything else. Those
guys who could sleep with such beautiful women were probably the kind of people who couldn't just get things done by paying money.
Yang Mengjue was still lying on the bed, barely clothed. She was a little tired, and her face was covered by a thin veil, which was originally
meant to cover her shame, but now it seemed rather amusing.
After almost everyone had left, Yang Mengjue was still not dressed, because as soon as Xiao Song closed the door, he could
n't wait to climb onto her exquisite body. Before she could speak, Xiao Song had already brought his penis to her lips.
Another round of lovemaking ensued.
Yang Mengjue wasn't wearing high heels, but her impressive height of 177 centimeters still made
it a little difficult for Xiao Song to reach her from behind. She bent over, her snow-white buttocks raised, her hands braced on the bed, her two long, beautiful legs stretched
straight.
Xiao Song was frantically fucking the beauty before him. He came from a wealthy family, had an excellent job, and wasn't bad-looking,
except for his short stature, a flaw he couldn't change. Since his student days, he had liked tall girls, but the result was predictable. Yang Mengjue was a full twelve centimeters taller than him, and a young beauty; 　　she might not even give him a second glance
on the street , but that's society. 　　Finally, in a distorted pleasure, Xiao Song almost jumped up and ejaculated inside Yang Mengjue. The two 　　collapsed onto the bed, panting. 　　He removed the condom, now covered in semen. After a quick tidying up, Xiao Song put 20,000 　　yuan on the bedside table while putting on his clothes. 　　"Count it." 　　"No need. I trust you." 　　"If you only bring one person the day after tomorrow, according to the contract, it'll be two thousand instead of five thousand." Xiao Song paused 　　. "I'm sorry." 　　"There's nothing to apologize for." 　　"Juejue, come with me! I'll give you anything you want!" Xiao Song suddenly became agitated. 　　"Dongzi, there's no way we can be together." Yang Mengjue continued staring at the ceiling, her eyes filled with melancholy. 　　"I know you love him, but...but he's already a cripple..." 　　Seeing Yang Mengjue glaring at him with a fierce look, Xiao Song couldn't help but shake his head. 　　"If only Fang Lei hadn't gotten addicted to drugs, you would be so happy!" Xiao Song sighed and placed a carton of 　　milk on the bedside table. "It's what you like to drink." 　　Seeing that Yang Mengjue ignored him, he left the hotel alone.

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